My Manager Said She’d “Do Anything” To Keep Me From Quitting. She Wasn’t Lying. (PART 2) [M/F]

When I arrived back at work today after my weekend off, it felt like nothing had changed. Rude customers, lazy coworkers, broken ice cream machines. You know the drill.

And yet, everything had changed.

Last Friday, my manager Brittany had invited me back to her office after everyone else had left. She was waiting for me, practically naked. She told me her body was a perk of the job. Mine to use. She let me fuck her throat and rub my cock between her massive tits until I came all over her. And then she made me promise to keep this all a secret.

Who would I tell? I mean, I wanted to tell the world. But the secret was half the fun. And as it would turn out, today we would be making a lot more secrets and having a lot more fun.

Midway through the morning, Brittany sternly told me to come back to her office because my hours “didn’t add up in the corporate payroll software.” She said this in front of the whole team.

I was notorious for forgetting to clock out, and everyone in the kitchen knew it. I heard a few snickers and whispers as I followed her to the back of the restaurant, my face a little red. We walked through the door to her office, and she closed it behind me.

I looked on the desk for my time sheet and it was nowhere to be seen. I turned around and Brittany’s body language had completely changed. In seconds she had gone from an annoyed, angry manager, to a woman whose lust had made her momentarily weak in front of me.

We were in her office now. And I remembered I was in charge.

She slowly closed the distance between us and got on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. “*I need you to fuck me*,” she said breathlessly. It almost sounded like a whimper. “All I could think about this weekend is making you feel good. Please … I just … I *need* to be used.”

I almost forgot my embarrassment in front of my coworkers … I had never been so happy to be in trouble with my manager. A silly grin worked its way across my face. And yet, this apparently wasn’t a laughing matter for Brittany.

“I am constantly afraid my cum is going to leak through the front of my pants,” she said with desperation in her voice, looking down at herself. “I worry someone is going to notice.”

“Show me,” I said boldly. “I want you to show me your wet pussy.”

Brittany’s eyes got big and she bit her lip. She took a step backward, leaned her back against the door, and started unbuttoning her khaki pants.

I saw red lace peek out from her open waistband and I smiled. She had followed my instructions.

The moment her pants were unzipped, I roughly pulled them down to her knees. *Finally.* Bright against her porcelain skin was the little red thong I’d seen only a glimpse of all those weeks ago. This was the mental image I’d jerked off to for days on end.

On Friday, I’d seen more of her than ever. But I was focused on her breasts. I hadn’t seen *her* yet.

I knelt down in front of her. “Pull your underwear down for me,” I said. Brittany’s face was flushed, almost as red at the racy undergarment that was now inches from my face. It seemed like she hesitated for a second so I repeated myself. “Down.”

“Yes sir,” she said softly.

I watched mesmerized as she slowly pulled the scarlet thong away from her visibly wet pussy lips. Tiny strands of her cum caught the light, stretched between her tight hole and the damp, red fabric. The delicate, glistening threads were broken when she finally pulled her panties down far enough for me to see all of her.

She was stunning. A small strip of carefully shaped black hair led my eyes straight down her front to fat, pale pussy lips. My mouth started to water. I had to resist the urge to push my tongue between her lips in search of what they were hiding.

It was clear that she was wet, but how wet? I had to know how she felt. I didn’t want to push my finger inside of her dry though. That could be *too* rough. She had made it clear that she was mine to use, but that didn’t mean she was mine to abuse.

I stood back up. I gently caressed her pouty lower lip with my thumb. “Open,” I said.

“Wider.”

As a manager, Brittany was great at giving directions, but I was quickly learning that she was also a good listener. She opened her little mouth as wide as it would go.

I ran my index finger across her tongue, toward the back of her throat. For a moment the muscles in the sides of her neck tensed up like she was going to gag. But she didn’t.

“Suck,” I said.

Brittany puckered her lips tightly around my finger and playfully ran her tongue over my fingertip. It made me think of our last encounter in her office, when she repeatedly licked the precum off the head of my cock. This memory triggered a rush of warmth to my dick, and I was instantly hard. Once again the atmosphere in the room changed.

Goosebumps appeared all over my arms and I reveled in the fact that I was incredibly lucky to be in this room with the beautiful woman in front of me. To be able to use her breathtaking body to make my own feel good. In that moment, I felt richer than the CEO of our company.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, I needed a part of me—even just a finger—to be inside her.

I grasped Brittany’s hips in my hands and gently held her against the door. Her full, round ass was being pressed against the wood behind her, and I could faintly see the inner edges of her perky cheeks as I gazed between her legs from the front.

My finger, now slick with spit, hovered only inches below her.

“Spread your legs wider,” I said.

This was admittedly difficult with her khakis still between her knees, but she managed to widen her stance enough for the lips of her pussy to spread, ever so slightly. Rose pink between the pale white. I saw what I wanted. Now I wanted to feel it.

I thrust my finger inside her. Deep. I looked up just in time to see her eyes roll back. “Fuu … uuu … uck,” she said as she exhaled in ecstasy.

Her legs shivered and almost buckled, but I used my free hand to push her firmly against the door again. I worried the hinges might creak and alert our coworkers, but they were silent.

All I could hear was Brittany breathing and, well … splashing.

I pulled my finger out. This simple action of fucking her with my finger released a steady stream of cum down the inside of her thighs. So much for keeping her khakis dry.

I plunged my finger in again. And again. Then two fingers. I was working her clear cum into a white cream.

She took my free hand and placed it over her own mouth. It felt like a paradox. She wanted me to muffle the very sounds I was causing. And I was starting to get worried I would be making some sounds myself.

She pried my fingers away from her mouth momentarily and said, “Ple- please … put your cock in me. I need *it* … *in* me.”

I stood up, unzipped my pants, and freed myself from the opening in the front of my boxer shorts. My cock was already huge from the time I’d spent fingering her. I lined my center up with hers and then took half a step forward.

The head of my dick slid against her swollen clit. She moaned into my hand.

I kept moving toward her. I slid beneath her outer pussy lips and felt her smooth, inner lips on the top of my shaft. Her cream covered me as she involuntarily started grinding.

Still closer. My dick separated her ass cheeks, and I could feel my tip touch the cold hardwood door behind Brittany. *Brrrr.* I inched back and stopped there for a moment to take this in.

My dick was against Brittany’s pussy, in the small gap in the base of her thighs. I was fully between her. Fully beneath her. And yet, I wasn’t inside her.

On some level, I wanted to fuck her pussy as much as she wanted me to. But on another, deeper level, *I* wanted to choose when I would fuck her. Brittany had taken me away from my job in front of my coworkers to make herself feel good.

This wasn’t our arrangement.

As soon as I realized this, I started rubbing my cock against the base of her body more vigorously. The head of my dick once again made its tantalizing trip from her back to her front.

Ass cheeks, inner lips, outer lips, clit.

Front to back.

Clit, outer lips, inner lips, ass cheeks.

Again. And again. Twice more and Brittany was on the verge of orgasm.

I felt her lips contracting wildly against my hard cock like they were trying to grip me. She bit the palm of my hand to keep from crying out. Her juices were dripping from my dick and making a mess below us.

Feeling her climax was probably the hottest physical sensation of my life and I wasn’t even inside her. Now it was my turn. I felt my balls tense up and pull closer to my body. I took a deep breath.

I looked Brittany dead in the eyes and said, “I am going to bury my cock inside you and fill you up … I am going to use every inch of your pussy until you feel me pulsing in your belly … “

“But that’s not going to happen today,” I said with complete conviction. Complete control.

She had an almost puzzled look on her face as if I were completely crazy. And maybe I was.

I reached down and pulled her pants up slightly with my dick still nestled between her legs. I pressed my face against her shoulder and moaned into her neck while I released a massive load of cum … right into the thong that had been dangling below her pussy.

Brittany’s eyes got big as she realized how much I’d added to our mess. Her uniform had just been filled with my cream, and the already-dark spot I’d seen earlier would instantly be growing larger in the folds of her light-tan pants.

I stepped back, freeing my dick. Without saying a word, I roughly pulled her panties and pants back up. Brittany closed her eyes in pleasure when she felt my warm, sticky seed coat her pussy lips and asshole.

And then her eyebrows furrowed …

“Did you not hear what I said about other people seeing my cum stain?” she whispered with a hint of fury that only came out when an employee royally McFucked up. Except her tone was even more animalistic, possibly fueled by the orgasm. “How the hell am I supposed to go back ou-“ I gently pressed a finger against her lips. It was one that had been inside her.

“Your cum was already *all over* your pants,” I said with calm confidence. “And you are the manager. You can send me, one of your employees, on an errand to discreetly pick up another pair of pants and underwear. You can stay right here in your office while I get them. You have that power to make me go do that. You just have to tell me when I step outside that door.”

The fire slowly left Brittany’s eyes. She shifted slightly, as if she were trying to figure out where my cum ended and hers began. She finally nodded, accepting that it was impossible to know.

“I want you to wait here with my cum—our cum—in your panties,” I said. I can swing by your place or go buy you brand new stuff if you give me your size. It’s completely up to you.”

She tossed me her keys. “Go to my place. I’ll text you my address,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said. “I’ll tell the others that you’re busy with payroll, that I have to run to the bank for you, and that you don’t want to be disturbed.” She nodded. I took her hand. “And I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t talk to me like that in front of everyone next time,” I said. “I love fucking you, but I can’t have everyone thinking I’m any more of a McFuck-up than I already am.”

I smiled. Brittany squeezed my hand lightly and smiled back.

“Yes sir,” she said with what was now a devious grin. “Now can you *please* go get me some clean clothes? Our cum is getting cold.”

I put my dick back in my pants and slipped out the door noiselessly. I peeked my head back in at the last minute to wink and whisper, “Yes ma’am.”

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